Miriam Calleja: End of summer nocturne

Figure out a compromise
by opening the window,
let the cold night stars in.
Glass bottles dumped all at once.
The room is too hot. Too cold
the far-away sound of water.
You, in the next room.
You. In the next room
the far-away sound of water,
the room is too hot too cold.
Glass bottles dumped all at once
let the cold night stars in.
By opening the window,
figure out a compromise:
never get a reply.